I told my parents that when I grew older, I would have a chance at anything.
And for some reason, I didn’t.
My eyes shot open, my ears listening wearily for any source of sound.
Nothing.
I’d been running for almost two weeks now.
From what?
I don’t know.
But it felt like I needed to.
That if I didn’t stay still, they’d get me.
Now, my eyes couldn’t spot any light hardly, just a small...